Urgent Alert to all AN members, scout ships have discovered Siri's location on a Star Fortress in the Verge Velator system, security is currently low, now may be the best shot to take her out. The operation is currently being staged here, I'd implore you all to consider sending ships.

Ross stands from his place at the front row, having watched the proceedings come and go with a progressively disturbed expression on his face, arms and legs crossed as Naan continues to rant. He glares at the Brikville delegate frozen on stage and raises his fist from the splintered screen at the Federation's seat, pointing a finger at the self-proclaimed "Head of the Alliance".

"You, my friend, have had your day. To twist the words and ways of this Alliance against itself is a cowardly, dishonorable act, and one that I have seen those of Trattorria attempt many times. Traitor may be a better name for you."

He walks out into the center row, turning to face the assembly, as his helmet pumps his voice up to speaker level. "The Federation of Extraterrestrial Conquest hereby withdraws all support from the General Assembly. Further actions that the Brikville Union take that subvert the goals of the Anti-Immortal Alliance will be dealt with in as effective a manner as the FELC has ability to achieve. I urge you to withdraw support from this diseased mockery of our combined power before it destroys us from within." He heads up the walkway, stopping at the doorway and turning to look into Coffee-Naan's beady eyes. A grim smile crosses his face. "You won't be seeing us." And then he's gone, a rumble of receding engines marking the Federation's withdrawal from the ANGA. Any manner of security that attempted to stop him were incapacitated non-lethally. Any members of the Assembly who decided to follow him were joined up with a squadron of Federation starfighters outside of the system's reach and given an escort to their home planets, and a warning.

"It will come down. A target that large is only waiting for a blow to the right place, and Brikville is a fool for providing the Immortals the opportunity. Watch yourselves out there."

He opens it, still angry from the AN assembly. It shows the face of the previous RIN ambassador, Heinrich Creed.

"Hello! I just heard the news about your leaving of the AN council. May I suggest a better, more war-inclined and less likely to bicker alliance? Fight alongside the likes of Akkadia, the RIN, the Brickville Union, and the recently converted Trattorians! Besides, the Anti-Immortal Alliance is losing traction anyway. The Third Alliance would happily welcome the FELC. You can join us at any time, feel free to respond soon, however."-end transmission-

THough you are a Member of the AIA, We of the coalition look to your stand today as a lesson to be followed, the ANUS is rotting from the inside out. when we meet on the battle field I intend to shake your hand before i gut you with my chainsaw.

Ross blinks at the incoming hails from the deck of the Tilted Saber. Furrowing his brow, he taps a key, and Markus, his third, looks up from the console on his left. "What's this- oh, brilliant. Conference call?" "Yeah. Bring them up." Ross stares at the primary screen as a display flickers over it, silhouetting a FELCian fighter as it lazily drifts past. Sabrina glances up from her desk to his right, pausing a calculation on screen. "Diplomacy efforts?" "Three different ones, asking me to join their respective little groups." "Well, don't get in too much of a tiff, boss." "Heh. I'd never hear the last of it, hm?" She raises an eyebrow and turns back to her screen as the call flickers into life on the main display. Ross waves a hand at Markus and stands, addressing it.

"This is a general discussion on Wave Four-Two. Admiral Ross Varn of the Federation of Extraterrestrial Conquest."

"Creed. If your so called "Alliance" had a bit more of a grip on things, you'd know that several worlds on the Federation's border broke out into outright rebellion when Third forces decided to do a sweep of the area. You have already proved yourselves to be a serious threat to the stability of the Federation, bringing only chaos in your wake- no better than the Immortals. The Assembly has a single flaw- it is not General. It has been fashioned in a way by the Brikvillian and Trattorian forces- which, on my book, are one and the same. Do you not recall the myraid plots that world has involved itself in? And now they use politics, of all things, to attempt to bend us to their will! We saw the end of that with Fico, and I saw the end of taking sides in that cataclysm."

"Gorlock, I'm glad to hear that your forces have had such a close ear on AN activity. It only serves to prove my point. If you do intend to test the mettle of the FELC and feel our blade at your throat, I would recommend you do it on a world that isn't owned by us, because my chainsword is transparent orange."

"The FELC is currently concerned with defending it's interests at home, first and foremost. There are those who intend to pursue us even there- in fact, even now, open warfare exists on our borders, agents of Immortal units, mad scientists, former close allies and anarchic cells ingrained into cities that burn under their combined assault. We have managed to make many enemies in our time, from old ones not satisfied with our political viewpoints, to ones convinced that we have innately betrayed them, to those who would simply see us burn. Know this- the Federation is not without it's flaws, but we are one to fix them. And the AN? The ANGA does nothing but confuse our issues with petty words and mirrored tongues, it's self-proclaimed "leader" unable to face the simple matter of galactic war, preferring instead to make rules that attempt to govern a thousand worlds not his own. He undoes himself, and I consider him and his "empire" to be traitorous, as they have proved themselves to be many a time in the past."

He gazes unblinkingly past the screen and towards the stars beyond.

"War is here, and we sit around debating the ethical methods of space station construction. Fools, all of us. And we will pay the price together, make no mistake- but either we cast out Naan or we flee the shattering corpse of his "perfect government". I have chosen to leave, and I honestly hope you will as well."

He gives the screen the same grim grin he did the hall of the Assembly.

"The FELC has left directly because of you? What happened to that vote of no confidence earlier? You corrupt bastard, you weren't even elected, just appointed as an "interim" official. We need to get a new SG."

Immediately the Praetorian delegation stands up and reveals a heretofore concealed handgun.

"There is only one way to assure your ousting." growls the diplomat.

Coffee Naan rises and points his Gavel of Civilization at the Praetorians.

"Guards, eliminate him! It is a clear violation of decorum to possess weapons in the chamber!"

The guards stare at each other, confused. Never expecting a delegate to have a weapon in committee, they ask Coffee Naan what is the best AN protocol for the situation.

"Idiots, just shoot him!" responds the enraged Naan.

As the bodyguards continue to debate proper AN rules of engagement, the Praetorian fired his handgun several times at the SG, the leader of the entire of brikverse. He prayed he would succeed in his task.

Before the lethargic bureaucrat saw the barrel shine, his brains and entire head was fried into a floating plasma of blood. The entire room gasped in disbelief as an awkward silence followed.

After a few minutes, the effects of the Gavel of Civilization wore off, and the delegation of Silvaria dragged out a container of maniac beer, smacking it conveniently into the ambassador of Planet Brimstone.

"I say ve get vasted!" he yells into the chamber.

Within ten seconds the minifigs lose focus of their duties and fall to their carnal desires. The delegations of the Immortal Empire, Akkadia, and MAOX all team up for a rock concert on the dais while maniac beer get's passed around like water. The USGs, lacking the same authority as the Secretary-General, fail to keep decorum in the crowd and soon the entire crowd devolves into one of the largest metal concerts in the local area.

@Ross: I'm just going to say I've been planning to remove Naan for quite a while now-the real Kofi Annan retired a few years ago. This has just given me an excuse to do so. Also, the AN deserves to elect its own leader.